“I fucking hate you Timotheé Hal Chalamet.” You sobbed.

“Hey—hey, what?” He said, his tone full of worry as you spoke over the phone.

“How could you not warn me about your new movie.” You sniffled, blowing your nose as tears continued to fall down your cheeks.

Timotheé chuckled. “This isn’t funny.” You argued. “Yeah, I know.” He laughed again under his breath, “Want some ice cream to make it up to you?” Timotheé offered. “You better get my favorite,” You said and addressed him by his nickname, “Stinky tee.”